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AURORA'S SUPER DEPRESSING PROPHECY

That night Aurora snuck in the attic to visit the Oracle just how her father had advised her. It wasn't a pleasant experience. The attic gave her the heebie-jeebies and the mummified Oracle with its hippie clothing didn't exactly boost her confidence to say hello. 

It was musty and filled with cobwebs ad probably mice. Aurora desperately prayed that she wouldn't run into any mice. She hated... no she despised those little furry devils with their glittering black eyes. They all deserved to die and rot in Tartarus. They spread horrid infections and diseases and death.

She ignored most of her surroundings and made her way to the half dead Oracle. The moment she stood in front of it, it lit up, its eyes an eerie green and it turned to her. 

'Approach seeker and ask,' it rasped.

Aurora gave a gasp of surprise and stumbled back. She desperately wanted to say 'No thanks. I was looking for the bathroom!' and run away but she steeled her nerved and faced the Oracle.

"What is my prophecy? I seek for Hades' helm."

The greenish smoke around the Oracle brightened and she could see the faces of her orphanage women sitting around a table and talking. The first woman and the head of the orphanage, Mary Royale turned to look at her. Her dark hair was in a tight bun, and she had a devilish smirk as she spoke the first line of the prophecy. 

'Daughter of lust, your journey begins,' 

A brunette with a square face, Angelina Drizzle, a cruel woman with backward views said the second line, cackling.

'Travel to the west to find the helm'

Marissa Void, a Spanish twenty-five-year-old woman who was probably the phoniest woman at the orphanage with a face caked with so much makeup, it was disgusting, turned to say the third line.

'A betrayal and a choice shall mark your path'

And the three women sang the fourth and last line in unison

'And the truth shall be revealed at the crossroad of hearts' 

The greenish glow faded, and the Oracle became limp leaving a dumbstruck Aurora. The words rang in her head. The attic seemed colder and darker than before. She didn't remember how she stumbled out of the attic. Her bag which she had packed for the quest was already on her shoulders. 

She made her way to the pegasus stables. There were dozens of pegasi there. However, Rory's favorite was a beautiful female with caramel colored fur named Honeysuckle or just Honey for short.

Honey was asleep and it took Aurora a few minutes to wake her up. She neighed softly and nuzzled her mouth in Rory's hair affectionately. Aurora laughed, forgetting of the prophecy for a minute.

"Hey Honey, sweetheart. How are you?" Aurora crooned softly. not wanting the wake, the other pegasi. 

Honey neighed softly again.

Aurora carefully got onto her back. She was no beginner and didn't need to saddle her up or anything. 

"Honey, could you fly me towards Grey Hound Station? You can come back from there," she whispered softly.

Honey shook her mane in affirmative and took off into the sky. Aurora looked down at Camp. She hoped she would not run into any cleaning harpies. That would be a real problem. She urged Honey to fly higher so that the clouds would hide her.

Camp was so silent and quiet in the dead of night. It was beautiful in Aurora's eyes. She knew she would miss it a lot. 

She shook Camp out of her thoughts. The Oracle had said west. That meant she would have to travel to the Underworld to find the helm. She had no idea how that made sense. The helm was stolen from the Underworld, and she had to go there to find the helm?